My Scary New World

My Fault

I got home a few hours ago. And I'm unsure about what I should do. Should I call the police about the kidnapping? Because I should do something about that, that blond haired man wanted me for a reason, but what? And if that reason is as important as saving the world to likeing the dirt from my shoes, would it be important enough for him to show up again?

And the people at the hospital, the ones who know things about my past, my heritage could they be wanting to come for me as well.

With a sudden gust from outside, I can feel the cool air that flowed through my window, shuffling nearby papers and my hair swinging in directions till it settled on my face. I sighed and blew it off, to lazy at the moment to move my arms.

And the weird thing. I continued my thoughts.  well there's a lot of things that are weird, but it was strange that Ms Cath didn't even know about me being in the hospital. She didn't even end up showing up and picking me up.

A nurse let me have some clothes that they found in the lost and found. My clothes were ripped up and bloodied the nurse told me so they threw it away. I had to take a taxi home, and when I showed up it was like everything was normal. They didn't even question where I was last night...

Getting up from my bed I walked over to the long mirror that's hanging on my wall. I examine the birth mark. no it's a scar, right? That's what she said when she brought it up. And how they both looked and acted when I showed them it made me feel ugly and insecure about my little imperfections.

I never use to call it that, an imperfection. I've always thought it was cool, unique, something that made me standout. It was cool looking. It was a little sloppy, but it was still pretty clear on what it was... what it was. Someone intentionally did this to me. Took some kind of tool and drew it across my skin and marked me... marked me.

This must have happened in my baby Or toddler years. But who would want to harm an innocent baby? Putting me aside, any baby, who would want to make a mark deep enough to cause a permanent scar.

Shaking my head, another peculiar thing was I didn't have any broken, cut, any serious injuries when I took a shower and checked for my self. The nurse said it was a amazing that I didn't have any serious wounds when I showed up, with the amount of blood and holes that I was covered in.

I felt the pain when I laid on the next car. Empathize next car. As in I had to get out of the car I was in somehow to land on the next. I flew, crashed through the windshield. I had to have had at least a big cut somewhere, but all I have are a few bruises, and when I was laying down I was in pain. I know I hurt something serious.

And I think everything leads back to this very mark. Call me crazy, but I swear everything is happening because of it. The kidnapping, the people in the hospital, this necklace! Now I'm being crazy.

This necklace! A thought crossed my mind. could it all be because of my birth parents. Could they be apart of some secret gang and this is the symbol? The necklace and the mark?

"Some of that is true." A familiar voice said from behind me. I gasped swunging around to see that blond guy from the store.

I was so ingaged in my thoughts I didn't realise the figure in my room till I heard the voice of it.

I backed away, and pressed myself against the mirror. Not him again! Wait how did he get in my room.

"The window." He nodded his head toward the opening, as the curtains flew crazily from the wind from outside.

Okay Edward Cullen. Shaking my head. "H-How..." I started.

"You have a lot of questions Ms  Emory." He shook his head smirking.